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1donoow · 11 months

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DC REC

PT.1

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♡ - smut

Most of them are fluff

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<a/n>i somewhat explain why there's alot in my pin post

Batmom

Batfam

Batsis

Bruce wayne

Tim drake

Dick Grayson

Jason todd

Damian wayne

Garfield logan

Rachel roth

@myriadimagines - making them breakfast

@gangrenados - the crush state

@thedailyimagines - imagine being the venom host in the dc universe

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Batmom

@ellana-ravenwood - jason todd(ler)

- mama's boy(s)/girl

- is....father drunk?

- each tattoo is a story

- mother's love:bursts of affection

- can you be friend with your husbands ex-girlfriend?

- my mother's apple orchard

- the bat(mom) glare

@xoxo-mylove - missing everything we never had

@reveluving - hugs

@ragingbookdragon - make all the cookies

- GROUNDED

- you're my favorite son

- i have too many children

- i saw it coming when you threw the first punch

@kimberly-spirits13 - batmom with scarlet witch powers

@cipheress-to-k-pop - call mom

@the-daydreaming-show - all of us pt.1

@c-nstantine - milf stuff

- chaperoning

- batmom dying

- fur babies

- ___

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Batfam

@kimberly-spirits13 - how the batfam teacts to dick and jason dating a black widow hc

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Batsis

@headcans-oneshots-and-stuff - being the oldest sibling

@strangeshoepatrolbandit - batfam x batsibling

@book-place - sulking at the gala

- way the cookie crumbles (child!reader)

@ragingbookdragon - talk shit get hit

- Possessive hand holding

- Squishing the other's cheek

- ___

@lazydoodlesandfanfic - little daredevil (blind!batsis)

@andieperrie18 - fine line of bs

@c-nstantine - first kiss

- spoiled!black!batsis

- jason and black!batsis

- cooking kiss (hal jordan)

@remakethestars - being batman's daughter would include

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Bruce wayne

@ellana-ravenwood - can the batman get flustered?

- making bruce wayne blush

@alienguts - lost

@toastedkiwi - reader finding out about damian being bruce's son

- unexpected visitors

@reveluving - ___ ♡

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Tim drake

@kimberly-spirits13 - how you earned the respect of the batfam as tim's s/o

@butwhyduh - tim drake with a praise kink

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Dick Grayson

@moonlit-imagines - watching your favorite shoe with dick

- cuddling with dick

@xu-ren - for good luck

@cipheress-to-k-pop - animal instinct

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Jason todd

@ghostdrafts - ___

@blondwhowrites - dating titan!jason todd

@dragon-chica - jason todd mama's boy appreciation

- batmom and jason thought

@lightwing-s - please don't leave me

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Damian wayne

@current-interest-writings - affection

@ladyagagaslefttoe - cartoons and cuddles (batsis)

@thesuperiorrobin - husband!damian wayne

- who?

- ___

- crazy idea let's make out

- boyfriend!damian wayne

@mattmvrdockbabe - sunglasses

@yandereorg - show stopper

@dragon-chica - i want to see my little boy

@skylwitch - just let me love you, my dear

@gatorbites-imagines - platonic alien male reader x damian wayne

@toastedside - banana toast

@multifandom-of-madness - batfam when they're alone with famous!y/n(damian wayne)

@lilxberry - nightmares (batmom)

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Garfield logan

@cipheress-to-k-pop - dating beast boy would include

@myriadimagines - comforting gar after what he went through with cadmus

@romeulusroy - gar telling conner all about you

- taking the fall for you

@6rookie-writer0110 - romantic headcannon

@catxsnow - believe in you

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Rachel roth

@louscartridge - dating rachel hc

#masterlist #dc rec #batmom #batfam #batsis #bruce wayne x reader #tim drake x reader #dick grayson x reader #jason todd x reader #damian wayne x reader #garfield logan x reader #rachel roth x reader

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nekoannie-chan · 4 months

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Masterlist of reblogged authors during 2023 M-R

This is the list of the writers that I reblogged during this year 2023 in alphabetical order. Unfortunately, some blogs no longer exist, so they were not included.

@mumucow

@mvltisstuff

@myfictionaldreams

@myriadimagines

@mysecretslittlelibrary

@nana1000night @1000night

@naturalxselection

@newobsessionweekly

@nickfowlerrr

@nicoline1998enilocin

@notsarareallynot

@notyetneedcoffee

@novanitee

@noverenia

@oh-my-damn

@oliverwxod

@oneshotnewbie

@oneshotnwebie

@our-marvel-universe

@pagesoflauren

@paperweight91

@peachesofteal

@peachyteabuck

@pedrito-friskito

@persevereforahappyending

@plussizefantasia

@polyamory-imagines

@pomelo-villano

@popchoc

@prettyboybuckley

@prettyinpink350

@prince-septimus

@princessbellecerise

@qu1etwolf

@queen-of-the-avengers

@questionableratatouille00

@rainbowkisses31

@ramadiiiisme

@ramp-it-up

@ravenempress101

@raz-writes-the-thing

@readingbookelf

@rebeccavis

@redhoodssweetheart

@renecdote

@rodrikstark

@rogersideup

@rogerswifesblog

@ro-is-struggling

@ronearoundblindly

#Annie recommends

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amazingmaeve · 2 years

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Headcannons/Preferences (all/most of them)(peaky blinders)!

so these are the headcannons/preferences that are for most/all of them so that’s why I decided to just put it in one area!

“so you stay” ➵ @retromafia

some peaky blinders dudes and their perfect date ➵ @og-danny-dorito

lazy afternoon naps/waking each other up ➵ @peakyxtommy

how they confess their love ➵ @imaginesbymk

“im gonna marry you one day”/“im gonna have kids with you one day” ➵ @peakyxtommy

how they react to your compassion ➵ @myriadimagines

finding out that you’re a painter ➵ @myriadimagines

how they look after you when it gets bad ➵ @byorder-fanfic

how they steal your first kiss ➵ @locke-writes

how they deal with jealousy ➵ @justafairytailofinnocence

preference masterlist ➵ @bonniesgoldengirl

you receive sex before marriage ➵ @fanficwrit3r

pillowtalk with the Shelbys ➵ @rayodelastrorey

an arranged marriages with the Shelby men ➵ @rayodelastrorey

comfort ➵ @randomoutsiders

“no kids in the house” ➵ @retromafia

pda ➵ @fanficwrit3r

how the shelby's react to their sons's friends having a crush on you ➵ @rayodelastrorey

getting caught ➵ @mythos-writes

passing out ➵ @fanficwrit3r

first period ➵ @notyour-valentine

#peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders headcanon #peaky blinders fic #peaky blinders fic recommendations #peaky blinders preferences #peaky blinders x reader #thomas shelby headcanon #john shelby headcanon #Finn Shelby headcannon #Isaiah Jesus headcannon #Bonnie gold headcannon #arthur shelby headcanon #alfie solomons headcanons

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locke-writes · 2 years

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Mystery Character Drabble for Brooklyn 99 + “Remember, what happens when we’re undercover, stays there.”, please?

Prompt: Remember, what happens when we’re undercover, stays there.

Character: Jake Peralta

You weren’t entirely certainly why Captain Holt had chosen both you and Jake for the undercover case. Sure, you and he got along well when you were both in the precinct but each of you had fundamentally different ways of handling cases which led to high frustrations. You’d get this case closed you would make certain of that, you just weren’t certain how well you and Jake would get along in the meantime.

It was a joint case, with major crimes to help bring down a major New York crime syndicate. A lot of the officers in major crimes had ties with some of the mob having been undercover before, so they required new faces to be able to infiltrate and gather information. With backstories memorized, both you and Jake managed to work your way to the inner circle, gaining trust as well as intel along the way.

Still, in the weeks that the two of you had been undercover, this was by far the most bizarre things you had ever been a part of, attending the birthday party of an eight year old. Sure she was the eight year old daughter of one of the most infamous criminals in all of New York, but she was also currently a child trying to win a stuffed animal from one of the crane games.

Everything seemed so normal for a change, which also felt off. Except really, nothing was happening, every member of the inner circle had been asked to come, to bring a gift and their families if they had children. With party hats handed around to all adults and children, it didn’t seem like the place to conduct business, the very case that Jake was attempting to make.

“It’s a birthday party, you’re overthinking! Have fun!”

“Or maybe I’m thinking the exact right amount for the situation and us underestimating everything is what they want to happen”

Jake shrugged, “We have enough evidence to close the case, they just want us on it for one more week. It’s not like they need the details of every single day. I haven’t had to report how many minutes I’ve spent staring into a fridge trying to figure out what to eat.”

“I just think...”

“Don’t think!” Jake interrupts.

You sigh, “Fine. What did you have in mind?”

“Who gets the highest score playing Skee-Ball!”

Tag List: @myriadimagines / @randomfandomimagine / @andreasworlsboring101 / @imaginesbymk / @evilcr0ne / ask to be added

#locke writes #brooklyn nine nine #jake peralta #brooklyn nine nine drabble #jake peralta drabble #jake peralta x reader #platonic!reader

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hapan-in-exile · 1 month

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Volume 4 - Post #3: Life During Wartime

Another installment in this ongoing serialized fanfic

GIF by myriadimagines

Genre: Mandalorian x Fem! Reader

Total word count: 3.2K (third post in Volume 4)

Rating: Explicit - smut, language, +18 *NSFW*

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“Fucking farrick,” you grumble, trying to jam the locker door back onto its hinges. When it finally eases open, you grab your rucksack and head for the exit without changing out of your coveralls.

You never remove so much as a shoe once you're inside the refinery. Showers were available, but no one used them. Cameras surveilled practically every inch of this facility. And just because you can’t see them doesn’t mean they aren’t in here, too.

Stepping out from under the dim artificial light, it takes a minute for your eyes to adjust to the riot of color. It’s early morning, barely past midnight, but the sky is awash in brilliant yellows and oranges, alight with swirling pink clouds.

Lakaran’s nearest sun only dipped below the mountains this time of year, never truly setting. When it sank behind the peaks at this hour, the ridgeline became a deep indigo against the horizon, its glaciers reflecting back the sky’s warm glow.

Ehki is what the Lakarani called their star. Grandmother, it meant. Her daughter, Amular, was the world, and Ehki traveled around her in an unending circle to carefully watch over her children. So tonight, when the sun finally fell into darkness, and there would be several hours of real night for the first time in months, the Lakarani would throw a gigantic party while Grandma Ehki wasn’t looking.

You know you should hurry up and leave before someone accuses you of loitering, but instead, you pause to take in the view. A small, inconsequential act of rebellion. The scenery is breathtaking up here. The air is thin and crisp. It’s the best part of your day to stand on this spot and take in the majestic landscape right before making that sharp turn toward the escalator.

The view from the west side of the slope is decidedly less sublime.

The scale of the encampments surrounding the processing plant is almost impossible to take in at first glance. The structures are a jumble of materials built on top of each other in layers that look more like debris washed up by the river than a deliberate settlement.

The skyline is dominated by the refinery’s cooling towers belching out steam that smelled acrid and made the air thick with humidity. The water used for cooling went right back into the river, along with the encampment’s sewage. Which is why you absolutely refused to eat anything fished or gathered downstream.

You step off the escalator and see Humia waiting for you outside the checkpoint. The security guard reaches for your bag, not bothering to look up or make conversation while she searched its contents. She doesn’t care to ask for your name either, just waits for the familiar beep of the transponder at your wrist to confirm your exit as you walk through the gate.

“How’d it go today?”

“Good,” you answer brightly, patting the bound folio strapped to your stomach. “I found this fire safety and evacuation handbook with a very detailed floor plan of level nine. Raceways, server rooms, access panels…I’ll have to ask my partner about the utility lines, but we might be able to bore into the operations center from an adjoining room.”

“That is good,” she nods enthusiastically. "This is your partner, Nito? He’s the tech guy?”

“Yeah,” a reluctant smile tugs at your lips. Humia probably wasn’t envisioning a furry thirteen-year-old when she used the phrase tech guy, but that would be a fun little detail for her to discover later.

Or sooner rather than later? You still haven’t heard anything from the Razor Crest about when to expect their arrival on Lakaran. Which is absolutely fine. Definitely not a big deal. Nope. Not at all something that you’ve been overthinking for the past eighteen days straight.

Nope. It’s not at all distracting to obsess about how, after months of tortuous yearning, you finally had sex with the Mandalorian and have not spoken to him since.

Gods, why is it suddenly so hard to breathe just thinking about him? The fact that you spend most of your nights alone, willing yourself to recall the memory of his hands on your body while the tears can fall without shame…has been, you know, not great for your mental health.

So that’s why, a few nights a week, you take a break from drowning in insecurity and play at the Sabacc tables.

Guess that’s out of the question now. You’ll need to avoid Johar Kessen like the plague.

“Nito’s been dredging through the Imperial archive for more information on the refinery. The stuff he’s found is incredible. All of the records from when they built this place.”

“Good,” she smiles appreciatively.

As you descend toward the encampment, the rocky mountain path splits into three parts. Two fanned out onto the raised perimeter wall made of poured concrete and scrapwood that traced a broad circle around the sprawling camp. It had been constructed by the Tagge Corporation to help with mudslides, but what it really helped with was surveilling the Lakarani.

You and Humia take the main path through the center of camp.

The hut you shared was higher up on the slope, which was a blessing when it rained but a pain in the ass when you had to walk uphill after eating your weight’s worth of bean cakes for dinner or hauling laundry back home from the wash house.

“Another option is turning one of the technicians, but I’m not having a ton of luck in that department. I can usually wrap scientists around my finger, but engineers are so tricky. It takes them an ungodly amount of time to realize you’re trying to fuck them.”

“For what it’s worth, I would turn for you in a heartbeat,” you say, holding your face between your hands, eyes wide with adoration. “Those dark lashes are criminally lush.”

Humia swats away the compliment. “I could steal a key card, but I have no idea how long it would take for someone to discover it’s gone. That might hold us to a very narrow time frame depending on when it’s reported missing.”

You follow her up the winding footpath that leads homeward. The camp is much easier to navigate this time of day, when everyone is still asleep. “I like the idea of entering from an adjoining room. That way, there’s no exposure in the hallway. Even if we’re in uniform, five people on the cleaning crew, when there are usually only two, will be immediately suspicious.”

The Mandalorian’s solution would undoubtedly be to come in through the front door, rifles blazing, but that’s not an option in this scenario. You have to secure the operations center before anyone from the Tagge Corporation realizes the refinery is under attack. The risk that they would activate the facilities’ containment protocol is too great. It would condemn not only everyone on site but anyone within five leagues of the processing plant.

“We could stuff Serenio and Davik into the cleaning cart?” Humia chuckles at the implausibility of this suggestion.

“I doubt we could even push the cart with Davik stuffed inside. He’s built like a stack of boulders.”

“I told him to quit training in the fighting pits. He’s going to attract too much attention.”

“Why does every population center in this galaxy require some kind of fighting pit? It’s a weird kind of calculus. One communal latrine per 20 persons. One fighting pit per 100 persons.”

She rolls her eyes, “Do you know a more straightforward way to earn money than two people beating the shit out of each other? Though, I don’t think Davik does it for the money. He’s just like a puppy that chews all your socks if he doesn’t get enough exercise.”

“He’s so young,” you sigh, feeling suddenly guilty. “Him and Serenio, both.”

“Most soldiers are,” Humia scoffs. “Revolutions don’t offer a very robust life expectancy.”

“That’s true. I didn’t expect to make it out alive when I joined the Rebellion. And I appreciate the protection. But I can’t help seeing them as children.”

She tosses her head with a derisive laugh, “And I didn’t expect you to be so tenderhearted.”

No doubt she thought it made you weak. But you’re wise enough to know empathy took far more bravery than cynicism. “Just because I can recognize the cruelty of this life doesn’t mean I’ve made peace with it.”

“That’s rather noble coming from someone working with a Mandalorian.”

Your neck turns sharply to catch the look on her face, but she’s already ducking around the pilings and cantilevered beams bracing your neighbors' houses against the mountainside.

“You don’t like Mandalorians?” It seems like an odd prejudice.

“No,” she sneers. “They say they are bound by codes and honor, yet they show nothing but selfish indifference toward the plight of others.” She stops abruptly on her heels to glare at you, brushing strands of auburn hair from her eyes. “And I like your Mandalorian least of all.”

He’s not my Mandalorian, your heart sighs.

The hateful disdain imbuing her words is like a slap to the face. Humia rarely revealed the depth of her emotions. What could inspire this level of rancor from an otherwise inscrutable woman? And why bring this up now?

You cough, clearing your throat to mask the apprehension in your voice. “I didn’t realize you already knew him?”

“I don’t need to know him. I know what he’s done.” But it’s a reflexive response, not a real answer. So you wait. “They’re all mercenaries,” she says, compelled to explain herself. “Condemning their souls for money. They profit from the misery of others for the sake of themselves.”

You can tell she desperately wants you to ask, What has he done?

It’s not the first time Humia had hinted at a bitter history between the Mandalorian and her leader, Ubaa Dir. But you don’t take the bait. If you’re missing some part of the story, you want to hear it from his lips, not hers.

Instead, you remind her with a wry grin, “Well, now you’re working with him too.”

“I suppose that’s true,” she concedes. “Wars make for strange bedfellows.”

An image of them together flashes behind your eyes, and the irrational taste of jealousy fills your mouth. Don’t be absurd! Hadn’t Humia just admitted she'd never met Mando?

Lucky for you, she lets the moment pass without escalation. Her tone shifts, and she places a companionable hand on your shoulder.

“I’ve heard Kessen fights in the pits. We could go to watch him sometime? Belen’s right, you know, he’s got a crush on you.”

“I have no idea why,” you begin, but Humia raises her hand to cut you off.

“You’re a beautiful woman, Kasya. Hiding under workwear and bushy eyebrows won't change that.”

“Now, why would you bring my eyebrows into it?” You tease, as though it might erase her vitriol from moments ago. That is until you catch sight of the security guard standing on your front porch. “Is it okay that he’s waiting here for you?”

It’s the same guy she brought home last week. When he spots you walking down the path, his face breaks into a wide grin. He waves, looking giddy, as though he might jump off the steps to run for her.

“This one, I can turn,” she mutters, slowing her pace. “I’m glad he told us how to block the transponders…but he’s fallen harder than he should. If he starts getting heartsick, it could be a problem.”

“Poor kid. You bat those lashes, and what hope do any of us have?”

“See,” she looks at you askance, nudging you in the stomach with her elbow. “That shit is why Kessen likes you. You’re so sweet with your friends and no one else. He wants some of that honey for himself.”

You snatch at the opportunity to throw her off the subject. “Why Humia Fenrik, are we friends?”

“Why, yes, Kas,” her voice is laden with gooey sarcasm. “You’re my best friend. That’s why I got you this job, remember?” She adamantly refuses to change the subject. “Some men like a challenge. And Johar Kessen is very bored stuck out here with the likes of us, guarding all these soulless corpos.”

“So by challenge, you mean, like how I’ve given him absolutely no indication whatsoever that I’m interested?”

“Are you worried he might recognize you from the Rebellion?”

“What?! No, I’m sure he was much higher up the food chain.” Rumor was that Kessen had led special operations forces during the war. “Kinda sad that he went from Rebel hero to working for the Tagge family.”

“There’s your angle,” Humia says, snapping her fingers. “It would be good to have him on our side once the fighting starts. And Kessen might be elite for a bodyguard, but I bet they treat him like a piece of furniture, same as the rest of us. He must hear things.”

You cock your head at her. “Then maybe you should approach him?”

She’s probably already considered it, but come on! She didn’t have to rake her eyes over you like a bawd house madam ready to offer up her best girl.

“I’m not the one he wants.”

“Listen, I’m flattered you think so highly of my charm, but I do not have the skill set.” You’re at least tactful enough not to say, I’m not like you out loud. This is Humia’s job. She’s very good at it. And it’s not your place to approve or disapprove of the way she went about it. “I’d be too nervous.”

You remember each time you had to quietly lock yourself in the privy to heave up the contents of your stomach whenever the Mandalorian asked you a pointed question, thinking, He knows! He knows I’m lying!

Which…yeah, it turns out he did. “I think I’d have a panic attack and blackout.”

“Your cover story is a psycho ex-lover. Of course, you’re nervous.” At that, Humia gives you an appraising look. “You’re living under a stolen identity and seem to be doing just fine.”

“Exactly! Because I don’t talk to anyone.” A sudden knot lodges in your throat. “Have you asked Serenio to approach anyone?”

One of the refinery executives had an unsettling interest in her. You clean the facilities overnight, so there's rarely any staff on-site, but whenever he worked late, he made a point of saying hello to her. A good opportunity to practice his Twi’lek sign language, he claimed.

You know it’s a mistake to ask about it as soon as the question leaves your mouth. She immediately becomes defensive. “Serenio is loyal unto death. She would do whatever I commanded.”

Humia didn’t have to add, unlike you. It just hung in the air unspoken.

“But Serenio is trained for combat, not espionage. And she’s green as a pea shoot.”

“Ah, so I’m overripe?” You arch a bushy eyebrow at her. "Just falling off the vine. Thanks for that!"

“I’m just saying Johar Kessen is very attractive and likable. You wouldn’t have to pretend. It’s not much of a heavy lift, surely?”

“Okay, the sleeping with him part I could probably manage. But as soon as I ask Kessen a remotely leading question, he will immediately know what I’m up to!”

“There’s no need to tie yourself into knots,” she snaps. "Just be honest. You think it’s beneath you.”

Humia’s back is rigid, and her jaw is clenched tight. She looks so proud yet so vulnerable that it breaks your heart.

Is this why she’s so angry? She'd been seething all day, spoiling for a fight. It makes you question whether her anger about the Mandalorian is sincere or just an attempt to provoke you.

“Humia, this entire operation is built on your intelligence work. You think I look down on you because I’m horrified or judgemental about what you do. But it’s the opposite. I recognize what a dangerous game you’re playing and know I don’t have the courage for it.”

You wish you could give her a hug, but this was not the time or place to dwell on what was at stake, or the weight of what she carried on her shoulders.

“Fine,” Humia huffs, shaking off the tension. “Just think about it.”

Oh, you’ve had plenty of time to think about it. Sleeping with Johar Kessen is not going to happen for a number of reasons.

Chief among them is he would discover that—contrary to your fake documents—you are not human. Which would inevitably lead to the discovery that you are not, in fact, Kasya Hawat. That secret would give him leverage, and you simply refuse to hand someone that kind of power over you.

But you can’t tell Humia this. Because then she would know that you aren’t human, and that is something you don’t plan to share with anyone here on Lakaran. At least not yet. It’ll be another fun little detail for her to discover later.

Seven hells, now you’re doubly glad she doesn’t know. Given the course of this conversation, you have no doubt she’d insist that you use your influence to dig through Kessen’s thoughts and memories for something useful. That’s why Hapan courtesans were so highly prized—one of the few professions the Consortium allowed to leave the Hapes Cluster—and why they made the best spies.

Amongst those other reasons…you have no idea how Mando would react. Though, if you had to guess? You’d guess poorly.

While there’s the whole sworn warrior of Mandalore—I can’t call you mine—complication, you know how he feels about you. A man who struggles with trust would not find it easy to share. His sense of duty and commitment to the job might oblige him to accept it as a necessary tactic, but you aren’t willing to risk it driving a wedge between you. Things are already too delicate.

Aaand now you’re thinking about Mando again.

Fuck, you miss him so much. You awoke every morning wanting him, a dull ache between your thighs. You wanted to hear the sound of his laughter, to touch every inch of his skin with your fingers and feel his heartbeat under your lips to know he was really all right. You wanted to feel his body over you, under you, inside you…

Ugh, you’ve already thought about him about a dozen times today. What’s once more.

“Okay, I’ll think about it.” You lie, hoping she’ll let this go for now. “Will I see you later?” You ask, looking meaningfully at the security guard waiting impatiently on your porch.

“No. Unless you’re going to the bonfire tonight?” Her gaze became conspiratorial. “Kessen will probably be there. All those corpos love Lakarani culture if it means slumming it up with us. He'll have to keep them out of trouble. Your pocket is chirping, by the way.”

“What?” you ask, distractedly patting down the front of your coveralls. “Um, sure. Maybe I’ll see you there.”

“If not, we should meet for morning prayers at the temple tomorrow. Make our report.” Humia says, beckoning the guard over to join you. “Why are you smiling at your communicator?”

"Hmmm?"

The Razor Crest had just arrived on Lakaran.

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Continue reading: Volume 4-Post #4: Say goodbye to the old me.

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imaginesbymk · 2 years

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Peaky Blinders Headcanon

BEING CLOSE TO LUCA’S FAMILY AND HIM PROTECTING YOU

Luca goes by one declaration: your protection over his. You always get invited to their dinner parties, and Luca is always by your side. It’s most likely a ground rule just to protect you from anyone, even though it’s only family. If his mother likes you or tolerates you, then consider that a huge accomplishment. Luca’s father promises his son every day that he and his men will protect you when Luca isn’t around and out doing business. But when Luca’s father can’t promise all the time, then Luca gifts you your very own weapon, and he teaches you how to defend yourself for the worst case scenario. You get spoiled a lot by not just him, but his family that manages to oblige to that somehow, because they’re very picky on who enters Luca’s life, or any of their lives... but you learn not to take too much advantage of that.

REQUESTED BY —@iam-strangep

taglist ( @ladyxblake @amirahiddleston @thethyri @woahitslucyylu @myriadimagines @fangirlsarah16 @your-pixels-are-showing @lucillethings @sirkekselord @kaetastic @champagneholland @locke-writes @multifandomfix @kishie8 )

#luca changretta headcanon #luca changretta x reader #luca changretta #peaky blinders headcanon #peaky blinders x reader #peaky blinders #reader insert #headcanon

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Sleepyhead (Eddie Munson Oneshot)

((CONTAINS S4 STRANGER THINGS SPOILERS))

Character/s: Eddie

Word Count: 1,478

Inspired By: Lazy Wednesdays by Tapes

Tag List: @dontdowhatisayandnobodygetshurt @myriadimagines @lilyswritings @encounterthepast @writerdream22 @brithedemonspawn @megnotfound @ladyeliot @locke-writes @thedarkqueenofavalon @fangirlsarah16 @randomfandomimagine @shianne-hargreeves

A/N: "Enna you dumb bitch you fall in love with everyone" Can you blame me for this one? :P It's been over six months since I've written anything, let alone posted. I'm terrified I've lost my ability to do so. I never meant to stop writing this long, but I think the break was also incredibly needed :) Thank you for letting me rest. Thank you, thank you, thank you! I hope I can repay you all with some much needed heartbreak lol. I love you all and I missed you more than I could put into words 💞 Feedback is always appreciated 💜💖💜

FIC MASTERLISTS / TAG LIST

He remains asleep. Trapped between the dust swirling in the humid air and the abyss of time you’ve spent as one between the sheets. Skin cells and daydreams, dust mites and discarded socks. If only he knew what the heat was doing to his hair. The sunlight that streams, pools through the room, staining the walls, does not wake him. Steady breaths, heavy, his chest caving deeply. How badly you want to press your hand against his heart, a performance you have mastered, your own way of showing him how profoundly you care for him and his good nature. Without his heart, attached to that wicked grin, he would not be the same boy, the same man, the same beast. Everything in the day stirs you awake, restless. Too much time to fill. He doesn’t budge. The covers hang limp off the bed, the cool of the night long discarded. The gummy pink of your sunrise has settled into an opaque, unforgiving blue. If a storm were coming, you’d never expect it. Then again, you guess you were never really good at expecting these kinds of things. Others listened to their guts, their instincts. Even on the inside you remained stupid. Hopeful, he corrected always. Whatever he was seeing, all in his own world, it must have been good.

He was smiling.

You set out two plates. Mismatched, fraternal twins. In a past life it would have been another reminder of your shortcomings, something to hate, to crack this thing already guilty of breaking inside you. Here, now it was endearing. Neither of you had had very much in life, constantly coming up short of change, but that didn’t matter, not to him. What would have been is no longer. These plates, not unlike you two, were different in both appearance and personality, and yet, when together, they seemed to fit naturally. Perfectly. It was all you could afford at the time. Devastated, he could read it almost too easily in your expression. Matching sets were for adults, real adults, with real lives, real money, real love. Bullshit. He was almost mad, not at you, but your frustrations, the expectations you’ve fallen short of since the beginning, that he couldn’t give you everything you ever wanted. He likes them better this way. He was telling the truth, the honest to God truth, you could see it in his eyes. Bright, bold, brown, too intelligent for his own good. Breakfast sat, unflinching in the way it grew colder with every second. The smell, you were sure, would have lulled him from his state gently, softly, a warm welcome to the new day. Pots and pans soaking lazily. Like them, he remains still. Unmoving. Snoring, if only slightly. Oh well.

Nothing lost.

It seemed as if your boy were always in a state of half-awake. Alarmingly alive with friends, with his true family. Lively, loud. Unforgivingly energetic. Not a facade, an act, but merely his personality turned up all the way. It was what they came to expect and he could never disappoint. Never. Standing on the lunch table, making proclamations and promises he would have done anything to keep. Riling up the quiet, the mundane, of the world. That was Eddie. That was one version, anyways. Alone, he was more docile. Not completely void of himself, but much more relaxed. His head found its way to your shoulder, his arms heavy around you, as if he couldn’t bear to carry them a second longer. The joy never leaves his voice, instead taking form in whispers, in the cracks in the wallpaper, filling in the gaps between the crickets' never ending song. He was so alive and yet so calm. Comfortable, he assured. Not only in himself, his skin, but on the planet, in life. Safe. For the first time in a long time he felt safe. At ease. The tension in his spine eased, his jaw grew slack, the dimples in his cheeks deepening. He wasn’t afraid when he was with you. Not only of the future, but a past he has yet to escape. Names and faces, people he’d rather forget. A future no one else but you seemed so sure of. A dreamer, always been one. Leaving this good for nothing town. Escaping, was the word he used, as if it were vital, as if there were something worth fearing just below the surface.

Always dramatic, too.

What few boxes you collectively had, most sat untouched. His handwriting sitting next to yours, bleeding into the cardboard, passing love letters. Messy. Slanted. Rushed. A blur, your lives split between then and now. That in-between state, already fading from your memory, was nothing more than a drunken haze. The beer cans sit empty, mostly, on the edges, scattered around on your new floors. Your floors. Ours, you corrected. The bedroom is the only place you thought about. Eddie, mostly. Quick to unpack, to set up the place you were going to rest, to sleep, to feel your most safe. This place was all yours to have, to own. None of them could ever get to it, ever ruin it as so many rotten things before. When he couldn’t find you, when there was no answer on the phone, he understood where you were. That place, those four walls, that tiny space you cramped up with your own hopes, and passions, and aspirations. Posters covering every wall. Every nook and cranny with a purpose, a home. The only space in the world you could be yourself. Do whatever you want, just keep enough room for my guitar. That was all he asked. The door remained open, an invitation and a blessing. The proof you needed that you were home, that that place would never come back.

That you would never again sleep with the door locked.

Everyone else asleep. The tv droning on in the distance, the neighbors and neighborhood kids all on their own adventures. Rarely was there ever quiet, enough to think rationally at least. Sleepyhead, you always joked, falling at his side. The mattress is too small even for one. When we’re older, when we’re far away, we’ll have a bed big enough to fill the room. Shining eyes, still shaking off the lingering dreams, he’d grin. Entertain your ideas. Oh yeah? You’d laugh, finding him the most beautiful in the morning. Not yet the Eddie you caught at school, but the one you stole glances at at his most vulnerable, when he forgot who he was supposed to be for everyone else. Clothes hanging from every surface. Tapes scattered beneath, in stacks, his most played sitting high at the top. You didn’t have to play it back to know what he’d been listening to. What about all our stuff? No room for any of it. You shrugged. Your home, the house you’d make into your home, would have more than enough for the both of you and all your things. You’d have your own doors and closets, your own oven and kitchen table, your own lights and windows. You’d always promised him, in this new place, you would let him sleep in as long as he wanted. Together, you would. And then, the rest of the day, you could do whatever you wanted. Tell me when, he always said so seriously it scared you.

Just tell me when.

That’s all he was doing, was sleeping. He was safe, home, and sleeping. Even when they told you, when you’d felt it yourself hours before, your heart beating out of your chest so fast you feared you were going to die, you wouldn’t hear it. No. No. No. He can’t be gone, he can’t be, you were going to run away together. You were going to get out of here, away from it all. That was the plan. The lazy mornings. The mismatched tableware. The boxes. The rest of your lives. That’s what was getting you through your worst days, the impossible ones. The both of you. You slipped back into the familiar fantasy, you and him. An armful of tapes, lining them one by one across the floor, beside the case of his guitar. The clothes next, this time all of it would be put away, folded, cared for. You can’t find anything ‘cause this place is a mess, Sleepyhead. He'd roll his eyes, but that was all for show. You wouldn’t lecture him, not today, not now. He was sleeping. Soon, when he woke up, when his day started in your new home, in this new town, with this new life, then you’d talk about proper organization. Until then, you’d rip open the next box. You’d hang the next missing person poster. You’d find your way out of this awful dream, this nightmare, and you were sure, when you did so, he’d be right beside you.

#it like hes looking at magic :(#writing #eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson oneshot #stranger things #stranger things drabble #stranger things oneshot #eddie munson x reader #eddie x reader #x reader #drabble #oneshot #stranger things spoilers #s4 spoilers

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ireblongstuff · 2 years

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Leia Organa Masterlsit

Updated 12/25/22

Fluff

Cuddling with Leia and Rey by @dameronology

Snowy sunrise by @cherrykenobi

Married Life by @dameronology

Leia proposing to you (hc) by @melmalone

Leia comforting you when she finds out your are stressed by @moonlit-imagines

Cell (P) by @blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms

“She’s the symbol Of resistance And she’s holding on my heart like a hand grenade” by @myriadimagines

Leia getting annoyed when Han flirts with you because she has a crush on you by @myriadimagines

Sick Reader by @primasveraas-writing

Han trying to Leia advice about her crush on you my @myriadimagines

Leia telling han she asked you on a date something he was going to do @myriadimagines

Miscommunication by @steves-on-a-plane

“Anywhere you go let me go too” by @primasveraas-writing

Dating Leia and Padme by @nothing-but-star-wars

I love you too, princess by @writingforcurrentobsessions2

Angst with a happy ending

Alive by @poeticandors

Because I had you by @nothing-but-star-wars

When you’re sad by @starfirette

I love you by @mahvericks

Angst

Leia finding out you were killed by the empire by @moonlit-imagines

The empire torturing you to break Leia by @moonlit-imagines

Han and Leia grieving after they found out you were killed by your older brother kylo by @myriadimagines

#Leia x reader #leia organa x reader #princess leia x reader #princess leia #leia organa #star wars #star wars x reader #masterlist

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murswrites · 2 years

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🌸3 Years of MURSWRITES Event 🌸

🌸 I’ve Aged Three Years On This Blog 🌸

I started this blog (originally @peakymarvelworld) in March of 2020 at age 15. I’ve just turned 18 and this blog has changed a lot over the course of the last 2 years. I’m titling this 3 years of MURSWRITES since it technically has been for me personally but in actuality, it’s only been 2 years and some months. This event is going to be very similar to my Spring Break Speed-Run Event.

The sleepover options are all little tidbits that make me, me :) I thought it’d be cute to customize the name lol, sending just the emoji is fine by me! I also think it’s really clever that the timeline equals 18 and I did 18 character LOL

🌸 Important Info 🌸

Timeline: July 6, 2022 - July 12, 2022 Types of requests: Headcanons, blurbs, even drabbles if I am inspired* What is this event celebrating? My 18th birthday and 2,500 followers! What kind of activities are included? A sleepover event & mini fics again!

🌸 What Does The Sleepover Entail? 🌸

🌞 Cancer Sun: i’ll answer any burning questions y’all have for me

🌝 Pisces Moon: random headcanons for any of the characters listed below! send me an idea or just send “pisces moon w/character name”

⭐️ Virgo Rising: no context ships, send your name, sexuality, your gender & pronouns, fandom & 3 things about you ---- (ex: ⭐️, rowan, bisexual, nonbinary, he/they, stranger things, i’m sarcastic, i like cats, pink is my favorite color!) MUTUALS ONLY

🌸 Chaotic Evil: fuck, marry, kill with any 3 characters from any of my fandoms or those listed below :)

🌈 INTP: vibe check - see if i pass your vibe check by sending something you like, dislike (whatever) and ill give my opinion on whatever it is!

🌸 Who can I request for? 🌸

Ada Thorne-Shelby (Peaky Blinders, S1-S6 minus the series finale )

Adrian Chase (Vigilante, DCECU)

Alina Starkov (The Sun Summoner, Grishaverse)

Benedict Bridgerton (Bridgerton S1-S2)

Bonnie Gold (Peaky Blinders, S1-S6 minus the series finale )

Bruce Wayne (Batman, The Batman 2022)

Connor RK800 (Detroit: Become Human)

Diego Hargreeves (The Umbrella Academy, S1-S3)

Eddie Munson (Stranger Things S1-S4)

Joel Miller (The Last of Us)

Katniss Everdeen (The Hunger Games, Books & Movies)

Matthias Helvar (Grishaverse)

Matthew Murdock (Daredevil, Daredevil)

Malyen Oretsev (Grishaverse)

Steve Harrington (Stranger Things S1-S4)

Tobias Eaton (Divergent, all Movies, his book, books 1 & 2)

Thomas Shelby (Peaky Blinders, S1-S6 minus the series finale)

Yennefer of Vengerberg (The Witcher 3 & Netflix S1 & S2)

🌸 Prompt Lists 🌸

Angst, Terror, & Anger

Dramatic / Worried

Fluff Alphabet

Hugging / Kissing

Peaky Blinders

Sassy / Humor

Bliss / Fluff

Random / Misc

Songs

🌸 Specific Rules 🌸

* The type of request written will be decided by me, so if you send a request asking for a headcanon, it will be deleted. I will write your scenario, idea, etc. as I see fit.

🌸 Mutuals🌸

@musicallisto

@imaginesbymk

@sinfulshelbys

@peak-a-blinder

@smallheathgangsters

@anthonysharmaa

@irishwhiskeys

@sleepypeaky

@vostokovasmelina

@bitchroyy

@amysteryspot

@myriadimagines

@bonniesgoldengirl

@retromafia

@starkeysslut

@theowritesstuff

@retvenkos

@noesapphic

@flysafepapi

@swanimagines

@moonlit-imagines

@druiigg

@murderousginger

@peakyswift

@3xc3lsior

@peakyblcnders

@peakywitch

@the-radio-star

@staygold-bebold

@tommydoesntpayforsuits

@promenadewithme

@brokenandheadoverheels

@danihow

@thereagles

@raccoon-is-my-spirit-animal

@royaltywhxre

@writeroutoftime

@writersmacchiato

#murswrites #3 years of murswrites #birthday celebration

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cantstoptheimagines · 2 years

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July 2022

Things I’ve Written This Month:

First Kiss Goodbye (Eddie Munson)

Celebrity Crush (PS4!Peter Parker)

Truce (Jacob Holland)

Friendly Neighborhood Escort Service (Garfield!Peter Parker)

🔥 | Smut/Mature

💛 | Favorites

Cruel Summer

Derek Coming Over to Your House by @multifandomsimagine 💛

Disney Descendants

Being In A Polyamorous Relationship with Jay and Carlos by @harper-hook

Haikyu!!

All the Small Things by @loneveenas 💛

Under the Mistletoe with Them by @cherrieflavouredheadcanons

Julie and the Phantoms

Being Sunset Curve’s First Fan by @multifandomsimagine 💛

Luke Having a Crush on You by @multifandomsimagine 💛

Jurassic Park/Jurassic World

Lucky Jacket by @writings-of-a-hufflepuff

Marvel Comics

Andromeda by @bubble-tea-bunny

Bloom by @duskholland 💛

Boy from Brooklyn by @captain-rogers-beard 💛

Dating Peter Parker by @obscure-imagines

Faking It by @softspideys 💛

Hey, Peter! (Part 1, Part 2) by @h-eckers 💛

I Like You Too, Stupid by @one-who-reads-too-much

Interview with Spider-Man (Part 1, Part 2) by @sunshinehollandd

Jealous by @onelovewonderwoman 💛

Make-Up Muse by @underoos-shield

Movies by @mikwrites-archive

Performing Magician by @jibakuganjas

Protection by @tomhollandwritings

Savior by @brie-n-kat-write

Subway Hand-Holding by @prettylilparker 💛

Untitled by @thedragonkween 💛

Untitled by @myriadimagines 💛

Untitled by @obscure-imagines

Untitled by @obscure-imagines 💛

Worthy by @oliverwxod

My Hero Academia

Cuddles by @random-mha-thoughts

Dismissed by @missuga-archives

Girl with the Skull Panties (Part 1, Part 2) @missuga-archives 🔥

Growing By One by @whats-her-quirk

Soft Cuddles by @bakugouscentedcaramel

Untitled by @bnhaclaimedmysoul

Untitled by @electrickami

Untitled by @kingkatsuki

Untitled by @phasmwrites

Riverdale

Boyfriendzoned by @southsidewrites 💛

Daddy’s Girl by @weelittleweasley

One of the Boys by @weelittleweasley

Playing Strip Pool with Sweet Pea by @thranduilsperkybutt 🔥

Public Knowledge by @anna-phora

Refreshments by @weelittleweasley 🔥💛

Slip-Ups (Part 1, Part 2) by @southsidewrites 💛

Who’s the New Guy? by @weelittleweasley

Star Wars

Well, I Guess I’m ‘Mom’ Now by @the-new-fanfic-order

Stargate: Atlantis

Untitled by @obscure-imagines

Stranger Things

Comfort by @anangelwhodidntfall

Dating Billy Hargrove by @obscure-imagines 💛

Eddie Dating a Sweetheart by @kaylawritesfics

Have You Seen Her? by @luveline

Kiss with Tongue and Teeth by @omg-foreverfilledwithweird-posts 🔥

Open Window (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3) by @greatlampfestival 🔥

Rock the Night by @stranger-nightmare 🔥

Untitled by @erosso 🔥

Untitled by @myriadimagines

Untitled by @obscure-imagines

You Can Be the Boss, Billy by @fivesosgroupiie

Twilight

Untitled by @fanficimagery

Vikings

Being Unhappily Married to Hvitserk (Part 1, Part 2) by @bonniebird

Braiding Ivar’s Hair by @obscure-imagines 💛

Comb by @norsenightingale

Untitled by @obscure-imagines

Untitled by @obscure-imagines 💛

Untitled by @honestsycrets

Walking Dead

A Second Time Within These Arms by @hornsandthings

Giving Daryl Food Before His Supply Run by @imaginesbymk

#2022 #recommendations

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writerdream22 · 2 years

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Can you believe it? I got to 700 followers!

I never really thought I would get this far, because I don't publish fics that often and they're not always as nice ad I'd wish to. I hadn't really planned something to celebrate this milestone, to be honest... A hundred times thanks to all of you my lovely readers (and mutuals of course) !

The event will last until the end of the month (August 31st)

CHOOSE AN EMOJI (OR MORE)!

🪴 request a ship — you should write a short description of yourself along with the fandom (or fandoms) you're interested in!

🍘 request a character moodboard — you should write a short description of your character (an OC, or yourself) and the color scheme that you'd prefer to be there; if you want, you can request a ship moodboard (in that case you should also write the character that you'd like to be shipped with)

⛅ request a character playlist — you should write a short description of your character and a music genre that you'd prefer!

🍵 if you want to be added to the taglist — just specify the fandoms you'd like to be tagged in!

🐢 request a fic with a quote (or two) of your choosing!

I'm tagging a few mutuals (if it bothers you, let me know and I'll delete the tag immediately!)

@imaginesbymk @murswrites @peakyswritings @swanimagines @myriadimagines @theshelbyclan @druiigg @plumes-de-nuit @locke-writes @lettersoftroy @musicallisto @imaginesbyella @vostokovasmelina @delicrieux

Thank you so much again! I hope you'll keep reading (and enjoying) what I write!

— ✨🌻💛

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nekoannie-chan · 10 months

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Week 25 Reblog Masterlist

Welcome to Week 25 2023 or Week 181, as always, fics would be listed in the order I read them.

I hope you enjoy it!

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♥ You can check my reading guidelines here.

♥ You can check my masterlist here.

♥ You can check my main reblog masterlist 2023 here.

♥ You can check my June reblog masterlist 2023 here.

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𝙺𝚎𝚢𝚜: 💛 ᵒʳᶤᵍᶤᶰᵃˡ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ

💜 ʰᵒʳʳᵒʳ

🖤 ᵈᵃʳᵏ

❤️ ˢᵐᵘᵗ

💚 ᶠˡᵘᶠᶠ

💙 ᵃᶰᵍˢᵗ

🧡 ᶜᵒᵐᵉᵈʸ

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This is the list of the fics I read and recommend in Week 25 2023:

Time and tines part I (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @ronearoundblindly💚💙

If He doesn't Scare You, No Evil Thing will (Cruella!Helmut Zemo x Reader) by @multific💚💙

My saviour chapter 61: Get caught! (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @talia-rumlow 💚💙❤️🖤

Marry me part 2 (Jack Rollins X Reader) by @there-goes-thefighter💚💙

Normal, not boring ((Post)Endgame!Steve Rogers X Reader X TfatWs!Bucky Barnes) by @holylulusworld💚❤️

Enigma (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @incorrectmarvelquotesss 💙

My saviour chapter 62: I wouldn’t do that if I were you! (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @talia-rumlow 💚💙❤️🖤

Never fall in love again (Scott Lang X Reader) by @there-goes-thefighter 💚💙

Perturbation chapter 1: run for your life (The Gifted) by @cactiem 💙

I thought you left me for good (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @youreobsessedwithtoomanyfandoms 💙

Closer to Heaven and Closer to You part 1 (Frank Adler X Reader (Past), Ransom Drysdale X Reader (Present)) by @georgiapeach30513💚💙❤️

Home Sweet Home Chapter 2: Red Lights (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @talia-rumlow 💚💙❤️

Closer to Heaven and Closer to You part 2 (Frank Adler X Reader (Past), Ransom Drysdale X Reader (Present)) by @georgiapeach30513 💚💙❤️

Imagine (John Proudstar & Clarice Fong) by @myriadimagines💚

Soulmate AU (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @youreobsessedwithtoomanyfandoms 💚💙

Perturbation chapter 2: emotions are complicated (The Gifted) by @cactiem 💙

New world order (Zombie!Steve Rogers X Vampire!Reader) by @queen-of-the-avengers💚💙

Dog tags (Stucky X Reader) by @sidepartskinnyjeans💚

Hands are tied (Joker X Reader) by @there-goes-thefighter💚💙

My saviour chapter 63: I’m so sorry (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @talia-rumlow 💚💙❤️🖤

Didn’t break me (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @imyourbratzdoll💙

Falling chapter 1 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @bloodonmyhands-1221💙

I knew you were trouble (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @jamneuromain 💚💙

My saviour Epilogue (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @talia-rumlow 💚💙❤️🖤

Late nights (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @princessbellecerise❤️

His inheritance part XXIX: There for the taking (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @jtargaryen18 🖤

A hard world (Biker!Steve Rogers X Reader) by @holylulusworld 💚💙❤️

Home Sweet Home Chapter 3: You (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @talia-rumlow 💚💙❤️

#Annie recommeds #stardust reblog challenge.

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sheerfreesia007 · 2 years

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Flufftober #17

Title: Flufftober #17

Fandom: Kingsman

Pairing: Tequila x OFC

Author: @sheerfreesia007

Words: 810

Prompt: Thick as thieves

Permanent Tag List: @paintballkid711, @fioccodineveautunnale, @phoenixhalliwell, @linkpk88, @weirdowithnobeardo, @athalien

Author Notes:

Gif Credit: @myriadimagines

“I swear you and Tequila are thick as thieves! Always showing up together to any events or parties in the group. And always knowing everything about each other’s lives. How are you two not dating?” Mary asked incredulously as she took a sip of her wine. You smirked as you shook your head at her question. She was right though, you and Tequila had been friends since you were old enough to walk thanks to your mothers. The two of them had been best friends and spent almost every day together so it was normal for the two of you to always be together as well. Having been neighbors growing up was also another key component for your close relationship with each other. It was just natural for the two of you to gravitate towards each other when you spent your days playing and growing up together.

After so many years of knowing Tequila you had learned how to love and care for him through thick and thin. He had become the one person in your life that you could always count on to be there for you and he was the one person who you would burn the world down for. There had been a time in your lives when you had started to grow romantic feelings for him but after watching him date women left and right you had curbed those feelings fairly quickly. He was a wonderful human being but wasn’t someone you wanted to be romantically involved with.

When your family, especially your mother had learned that the hard way after trying to set the two of you up on a blind date they had all been disappointed but had eventually gotten over it. They had come to accept that you and Tequila would always be in each other’s lives but wouldn’t be romantically connected. Your mother always said that she held out hope that the two of you would eventually wind up together but she wouldn’t be too upset if it never happened. You had sat your mother down and had a heart to heart with her about how after all the years of knowing him you weren’t able to see him in any other way than as your friend.

You leaned back in your seat as Mary kept rambling on about how you and Tequila were perfect for each other. The atmosphere of the party was relaxed and you felt the slight buzz you were getting from the aromatic wine that Mary had chosen for the two of you. Your eyes darted around the party and you almost instantly spotted Tequila over on the dance floor dancing with a pretty Redhead who he had brought to the party. He grinned over at you and winked while you raised your glass as a toast to him and his date. You enjoyed seeing him so happy and you hoped that this relationship lasted more than a week like his other ones did.

Just then your side was jostled as Tequila came and sat down in the chair next to you, looking over you spotted his date heading towards the bathrooms. He grinned over at you and you smiled back at him fondly. He furrowed his brows for a second and you easily shook your head at him to reassure him.

“See!? You two don’t even need to talk to be able to have a conversation! How is it possible that you two aren’t together?!” Mary ranted incredulously and you snorted into your glass as Tequila turned to her with a perplexed look on her face.

“Together? We are together.” he said confused and you patted his knee gently before chiming in.

“She means boyfriend and girlfriend.” you explained to him and he looked at you shocked for a moment.

“What?!” he asked, shocked and you nodded your head at him.

“She thinks like our Moms.” you said and laughed as his face twisted into a disgusted look. He looked over at Mary before shaking his head adamantly.

“I love this woman but she’s my best friend. I know too many secrets about her and she knows too many of mine for us to ever see each other as boyfriend or girlfriend. I just want her to be happy in whatever she chooses to do.” he said confidently and you smiled warmly at him as your heart swelled with emotion.

“He’s right. We are entirely too close as friends for us to ever begin to see each other that way. I prefer it this way anyway.” you confessed warmly as you patted his knee again.

“Yeah besides I’ve got a coworker who I want to introduce to her that I know she’ll hit it off with.” Tequila said knowingly as he smirked over at you. You weren’t sure if you liked the look he was giving you.

#Agent tequila x ofc #kingsman the golden circle #my writing #flufftober 2022

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